White House - Bibi Bourelly

I’m scared for the birds

I’m scared for the bees

I’m scared for the earth

I’m scared for its trees

I’m scared that you’re gonna drown

Mr. Fineman, the empire is falling down

What about all the daisies?

What about all the little Biggies?

What about all of the free CDs bumping

And all of the sneaker shops on 8th street?

I don’t mind the rain, yeah

The rain is made for dancing

But I’m afraid of hurricanes

Bang, bang, da, dong, dong, banging

The kids can’t play outside

The kids can’t play outside

Oh, 'cause the lightning strikes too low

And the snipers hit too high

I’m not

The kids can’t play outside

The kids can’t play outside

Oh, 'cause the lightning strikes too low

And the snipers hit too high

I’m not

Home is firemen, the devil in the White House

(Yeah, right now, yeah, right now)

Home is firemen, the devil in the White House

(Yeah, right now, yeah, right now)

Home is firemen, the devil in the White House

(Yeah, right now, yeah, right now)

Home is firemen, the devil in the White House

Yeah, right now, yeah, right now

I’m scared for the wind

I’m scared for the sea

I’m scared for all of the little bitches like me

Who wanna follow their dreams

But all of the odds against them

Don’t let it break your faith, baby girl

The misunderstood always change the world

I’m scared that the ones with vision won’t

Ever be able to make no decisions

I don’t mind the rain, yeah

The rain was made for dancing

But I’m afraid of hurricanes

Bang, bang, da, dong, dong, banging

The kids can’t play outside

The kids can’t play outside

Oh, 'cause the lightning strikes too low

And the snipers hit too high

I’m not

Home is firemen, the devil in the White House

(Yeah, right now, yeah, right now)

Home is firemen, the devil in the White House

(Yeah, right now, yeah, right now)

Home is firemen, the devil in the White House

(Yeah, right now, yeah, right now)

Home is firemen, the devil in the White House

Yeah, right now, yeah, right now